"Alright, that's fine," I say, feeling a little more at ease hearing that she might like to come back again. "I just wanted to make sure, you know? And you're not obligated to come back! I just..." I can feel my cheeks growing hot as I shake my head quickly. "Let's get your book, shall we? I think maybe the wine has gone to my head a bit."

"Sure," I nod as I step in ahead of her, the small step into the library bringing with it a shift in the entire atmosphere as the smell of wood and leather and books fills my nostrils. The room is also colder, the door to the loggia still sitting open as the sound of crickets and birds filter in from outside.

"Would you like an escort home?" I ask as I grab the book from the desk, my voice barely rising in volume as I assume she can hear me.

Sitting against the stairs, I'm not entirely sure what I've heard him say as I tug on my second boot, adjusting the laces quickly as I get up and step into the edge of the library. It smells like Marnin in here.

"Hmm," I start curiously, shaking my head a bit quickly before smiling. "I'm not going to make you walk me home, Marn. I'm mostly certain I can find it."